A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

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Harry took a deep breath, he wasn't sure if this was the right way to do this or now, he'd never had anyone to guide him matters of social etiquette. The book Hermione had lent him was completely useless because it wasn't modern enough to have an answer to his current problem. It didn't matter, he'd just do as he always did and make it up as he went along.

Harry arrived a little earlier than usual for Sunday dinner at the Burrow. He could see Ron and Hermione arguing in the yard. He wondered who had started it this time. While he loved his friends dearly, he could tell they were trying to make something work that just didn't. He'd never say anything, because the last thing he wanted right now was to be picking sides. He had enough on his mind about his own relationship.

"Hey, Harry!" Ginny's voice called down from her window. She was leaning out, her long red hair falling around around her freckled face. "Fancy a game later? I've already stolen Fred's broom!"

"Sure, hey, is your dad in the shed?" he asked.

"When isn't he?" she laughed. "Oh, there's Mum calling me, probably wants me to help set the table, see you in a bit!"

Harry watched her pull her head back inside the window and smiled. The walk to the shed was uneventful, although Harry did see a few more gnomes than usual. He had a feeling the twins weren't degnoming the garden when they visited. Ron neglected the chore most of the time, and Ginny had been forbidden from doing it since she'd started trying to teach the gnomes to ride a broom so she could practice with actual people.

Harry raised his fist and knocked on the shed door before pushing it open slightly.

"Ahh, Harry! Just in time! I was just about to start trying to take apart this thing, it's a coffee maker that run on electicky!" Arthur announced, holding up a Mr. Coffee machine. Harry nodded slowly.

"What are you planning on making it do?"

"I was going to see if I could make it work with magic, just see if it would even brew the coffee first before tinkering with it further. Is it dinner time already?"

"No, not yet. I'm here a bit early because I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh? Did you find out the function of a rubber duckie?"

"No, not really. Still think it's just a toy. No, I'm here to talk to you about Bill."

"Bill? Is Molly getting on him about that earring again?"

"No, nothing like that. It's just... Bill and I have been dating a while, a little over nine months if you're counting."

"Nope, Molly probably is, she likes you and Bill together, although I think she still holds out some hope of you and Ginny."

"She would. No, I came out here to ask you something, and you can tell me 'no' I'd understand, but I want to ask Bill to marry me. I'd like your blessing," Harry blurted out. Arthur stared at him a moment. Harry shifted between his feet, a nervous expression on his face. Arthur smiled widely and clapped him on the shoulder.

"You have my blessing, Harry, absolutely have it! It'll be great having you be an official part of the family."

"He hasn't said 'yes' yet."

"He will, he will, now, hand me that wrench and let's get this thing taken apart before Molly sends someone out here to get us for dinner."

Harry smiled, grabbing the wrench and handing to Arthur. He had his blessing, and while he was nervous about the asking, he knew Arthur was right. Bill would say yes, and everything would be right with the world.